Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Clay, the Creator of All Things

The two embraced tenderly for a while before slowly separating under the watchful eyes of Tang Hao and Poseidon.

"Xiao Wu..."

"Third brother..."

Only after they separated did they speak in unison, their perfect understanding prompting them to exchange another smile.

However, their next words plunged both of them into an awkward silence.

"Third Brother, what happened to you?" Xiao Wu looked at Tang San's face, which was now even more charming than hers, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Tang San's appearance has changed so much.

In fact, if it weren't for the sacrifice that created a special connection between her and Tang San, she would have been even more fortunate.

Xiao Wu couldn't recognize Tang San at all at this moment.

How do I identify this?

Tang San was somewhat dejected back then due to his injuries.

But judging from his appearance, he is, in any case, a respectable and good young man.

But now, she's dressed in red and even has a very glamorous makeup look.

Her every move exudes charm and allure.

She's far more alluring than Xiao Wu, exuding femininity.

This completely shattered Xiao Wu's worldview!

So, can she and Tang San still be considered husband and wife now?

Do the vows made before the sacrifice still hold true?

Xiao Wu had no idea.

However, Tang San was only slightly embarrassed for a moment in response to Xiao Wu's words.

Then he laughed heartily and asked Xiao Wu, "Xiao Wu, don't you think I'm beautiful right now?"

During their conversation, Tang San's charming and tender expression even made Xiao Wu feel somewhat ashamed of herself.

"No, Third Brother, you are very beautiful, it's just that... I'm having a hard time getting used to it right now," Xiao Wu said somewhat awkwardly.

"It's alright, Xiao Wu, I'll always be your Third Brother." Tang San's tone remained gentle: "You'll always be my lover."

"Third Brother!"

"Little dance!"

The two embraced tightly again, and remained so for a long time.

"Xiao Wu, this time when the Sea God resurrected you, did he also forge any weapons for you?" Tang San suddenly asked curiously.

“There has always been something hard between me and the past.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu was slightly taken aback and subconsciously replied, "No!"

Then, the two of them quickly realized what was happening.

In an instant, their faces turned deathly pale, as if they were ashen.

Since losing the little bell, Tang San has instinctively ignored it.

So for a moment, they didn't react.

Similarly, Xiao Wu had never possessed a small bell, so she naturally didn't immediately notice the difference in her body.

Now that they've finally realized their mistake, there's no joy left in their long-awaited reunion.

Instead, an extremely awkward feeling spread between the two of them.

It even made the two of them afraid to look at each other again.

On the contrary, Tang Hao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly when he saw this scene, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

This atmosphere lasted for a very long time.

Even after they parted ways, Tang San remained immersed in an extremely complex emotion.

He regretted it; he hated himself!

Why couldn't we capture the Soft-Boned Rabbit of the correct gender back then?

This is what led to Xiao Wu's current situation!

He also hated Tang Hao for not dissuading him back then, but instead encouraging him to believe in the power of the Sea God!

But Tang San hated the Sea God Poseidon even more!

Why would a great deity make such a mistake during a resurrection ritual?

Absolutely unforgivable!

Poseidon, you have found your way to death!

But this thought only flashed through Tang San's mind for a moment.

Because he is currently still in the stage of the Ninth Trial of the Sea God.

Poseidon could descend with his divine sense at any moment to observe his every move.

And that is indeed the case!

The moment Tang San's thought arose, Poseidon, the Sea God, sensed it.

Poseidon simply gave a dismissive smile.

What a clown! Does he really think he's something special?

Then, with a playful expression, Poseidon assigned Tang San the content of the eighth test.

The eighth of the Nine Trials of the Sea God is to enter the City of Slaughter and kill the King of Slaughter. The method is not limited, but Tang San must complete the final kill.

And then the eight spider spears completely devoured the King of Slaughter.

Chapter 386 Sendou-ryu and Poseidon's Long-Awaited Reunion

Since the eighth trial of the Sea God did not restrict the method, it naturally allowed Tang San to seek help from Tang Hao.

Tang Hao naturally wouldn't refuse.

After telling Tang San all the relevant information about the Slaughter City, he quickly left the Slaughter City with Tang San.

Tang San really didn't know how to face Xiao Wu, who had gained a little bell after being resurrected.

When Tang San left Seagod Island, he fled in a disheveled manner, as if he were running away.

He didn't even say goodbye to Xiao Wu.

Similarly, Xiao Wu never saw Tang San again.

Instead, Poseidon followed Tang San and Tang Hao from a distance after they left.

As the High Priestess of the Sea God, she had to pay attention to Tang San's divine test.

This time, in particular, the target is also a guardian of a place where a deity's legacy is passed down.

Even if she was unwilling, she had to follow secretly, ready to lend a helping hand at any time.

This was also a divine decree secretly given to her by the Sea God, which required her to ensure that Tang San could safely complete the divine test.

With Tang San and Tang Hao's strength, their speed was naturally extremely fast. The only place on the entire Douluo Continent that could make them slow down was within the forces of Lu Yan of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Only a handful of people.

Clearly, even if the father and son are outmatched, they can still escape unscathed if they join forces.

Moreover, the entrance to the City of Slaughter is not a place where any of the Great Xia forces are concentrated.

Instead, it is now a desolate and uninhabited area.

The two of them naturally sped through the air without any restraint.

Upon entering the City of Slaughter, Tang Hao and his son were ambushed by the King of Slaughter before they could even make a move.

Amidst the thick blood mist, Tang San, who had entered the City of Slaughter and whose soul skills were sealed by the magic-suppressing domain, almost fell victim to the King of Slaughter's scheme.

Fortunately, with Tang Hao, the God of Slaughter from the City of Slaughter, they managed to withstand the first wave of sneak attacks from the King of Slaughter.

"Tang Hao, what are you doing in the City of Slaughter? You're not welcome here!" Having failed in his first attack, the King of Slaughter didn't continue. Instead, he glared at Tang Hao with a fierce look in his eyes and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

It was Tang Hao and Bibi Dong who joined forces to turn the entire Killing City into such an empty place.

What's even more infuriating is that Bibi Dong clearly promised to replenish his population.

However, this promise has yet to be fulfilled.

Even Bibi Dong herself has disappeared without a trace.

Over the past three years, he has repeatedly tried to break out of the killing city and plunder people on his own.

However, every time he rushed out of the killing field, he would be blocked back by the damned Qian Daoliu in no time.

In fact, if he had run fast enough, he would have almost been killed by Qian Daoliu.

This made the King of Slaughter even more frustrated.

Why is Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, not properly overseeing the Spirit Hall, but instead coming to block him every day?

No matter how much he pleaded, he brought up the old pact between the Spirit Hall and the City of Slaughter.

But Qian Daoliu, that old geezer, remained unmoved.

The moment he steps out of the City of Slaughter, Qian Daoliu will inevitably appear.

It was incredibly painful for him; the murderous desire that had been building up inside him was impossible to vent, and he was practically going crazy from the pent-up frustration!

No matter how hard the King of Slaughter thought, he couldn't understand how Qian Daoliu could always block his path so precisely.

It's impossible that this old man does nothing but squat at the entrance of the Killing City every day, right?

But the City of Slaughter doesn't just have one entrance!

The King of Slaughter would naturally not notice that Blue Silver Grass grew everywhere at the entrance to each of the Slaughter Cities.